Life
Had a killer little roof bbq session last night…
A few vegies from the supermarket and a few digitally discounted items
and we were eating like kings, on a peasants salary…
Yaki-niku Vs. Straight Vedge
And finished off with a couple of tasty little Whacko-Jackos…
Total cost: ¥275 each.
Oh, The Devil will find work for idle hands to do…
I made up a mess of zines last night, before sticker bombing with the boys…
And I’m off to Guam in a few hours. Why do I ~HATE~ my life…
The nightmare is over and I have the roids to prove it…
Permanent Vacation!
And Down…
N88 found a sweet old bat in the rubbish, so we decided to make it our own…
I added some nice touches – including a Damn Fine Acronym…
Now we just have to christen it, I guess. Can you dig it?
Before I left for Europe I caught/killed another rat,
who had decided my soap was tasty.
So, as the saying goes, while I was away these fuckers PLAYED…
Ripped plastic, shit and piss everywhere. On top of this ALL my clothes
had the good fortune of going mouldy-as-fuck.
It was like the set of some 28-days-later-apocalypse movie.
Possessions scattered everywhere, layers of dust, animal droppings
and even vines creeping in the windows.
Basically I had to wash everything made of fabric that I own, (which made
me realise that I have far, far too much of that shit) and covered the roof
of the Heights with my shitty clothes and bedding to dry out.
The score stands at: Rats – 2. Me – 2…
The weather finally turned. Sunny. Hot. Delicious.
As a result I’d been wearing singlets a lot and I was feeling a bit unbalanced.
Some new meat at the Heights knows a tattooist and got me some free ink time.
So, I thought fuck it. Love Jesus and FTW…
The humidity gives me a sweet Jewfro too.
We decided to go for a Billy-Idol jam to the river.
Turns out we just missed some river rats in action…
You definitely don’t want one of those fuckers in your room…
They ain’t from the sea, but they’re still wet…
Strange Thrombotic Detection?
Got some toys for tour.
Just gotta learn how to work them…
